Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2022 21:44:30 +0000 From: Art Subject: The Brothers Grim C-11 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Thanks to the Archivist for the story's title. Thanks to readers who asked for more. I continue after not adding to this story for a long time. Remember this story is fiction. The author does not recommend you try this stuff at home (Unless you absolutely must) Chapter 10 RECAP: Nelson and Clancy have accepted their slave roles and been marked permanently. Kray and Krew love one another, Trevor has a place in their hearts. Their porn business is making them a ton of money. The Brothers Grim C-11 Kray and I peeked around the front door, fearful that our parents might wait just inside, ready to pounce on us while they were naked. "All clear, Kray." I whispered. We worked our way to our bedroom afraid that at any moment our parents would surprise us by jumping from a hiding place wearing no clothes and try to go all parental on us by kissing and hugging us. After all, mom had threatened to wash us with none of us wearing clothes. Kray and I lay on our bed in just our boxers. I knew we were about to discuss the enslavement of Nelson and Clancy when a Facetime call came in, Trevor. "What's up, guy?" "You two sitting or lying down?" "Yeah, we are doing whatever. Why?" "That friend of our client, the shop owner, the last video. Shit, shit, He hired us." "What you talking about hired?" "He's some big time porn producer who is making a onetime only underground porn film. I don't have many details except it is being filmed on a very private island somewhere in the Caribbean. All our expenses are paid and we earn a ton of cash. He pays in cash. We need to skip school next Friday. His plane picks us up Thursday night and takes us to his island. We get returned Sunday night. I know no more, other than we will have a sexy time and make a boatload of cash. I told you to stick with me. Has your buddy Trev done you wrong?" Trev added that his brothers and his brother's roomies were coming along. The week passed. Our parents, still not wearing clothes, were pleased when Trevor explained we had been invited to spend the weekend at a nudist resort. Of course, they wanted to come along. Trevor convinced them only eighteen and under kids were allowed. So they agreed we could go, even leave on Thursday, and miss school on Friday. Kray and I spent the week fending off our parents' attempts to give us a washing in the shower. By Wednesday Kray had had it. "Let's get this shit over with. Let them wash us. We could get hard and masturbate with them watching." I looked at my brother as if he lost a few connections in his head. "No." Thursday afternoon, the five of us gathered in the private plane terminal. A young man approached and asked our names. Satisfied we were who we said, he still made us produce identification. Kray, Trevor, and I had to show our school IDs, as none of us had driver's licenses. Satisfied, he handed us each a sheet of paper. Not much written on it other than to let us know we were to do whatever required for the weekend. The company would compensate us with a cash payment, whoever they were. The man spoke. "Nothing you do on Pleasure Island will cause you lasting pain or disfigurement. Nothing we will give you will harm you or have lasting effects. So, if you agree, sign. If you do not agree, good luck and goodbye." I swallowed as I looked at Kray and our best bud. They looked at me. I nodded. We signed. The man collected our papers and put them in his case. "The plane is out that door. Get onboard. Once I close the door, we will prepare for departure." He handed us each a clothes bag. When the door closes, place all the clothes in your packs in here. Then strip. What you are wearing goes into the bag as well, shoes and socks as well. We will return your bag when you re-board this plane before departure from Pleasure Island." I now know how a condemned person feels marching to death as I walked to the plane. Onboard, we stood in a curtained area separate from the main seating area. The man closed the door. "Clothes off, now." His voice was not a harsh command. He spoke more gently than he did in the airport. I looked at Kray for encouragement. He shrugged. Tommy and Thad were down to their boxers. Their roomies were already naked. I gulped and stripped. The clothes in my pack joined what I had worn. The man collected our bags and placed them in a closet. I felt the plane moving. The man stripped as well. I stared. He obviously exercised, and he looked trim. His cock and balls had a black ring around their base. I know he saw me staring. He smiled at me. Handing each of us a pill and a cup of water, he said. "Swallow these. Then get yourselves hard before you enter the cabin. Remember, this weekend is about pleasure while we make a movie about you having pleasure while you learn about yourselves and we produce a film documenting your experience. Looking at the other guys who were all stroking away, I joined in and soon had hardened, so much that if I tried to bend my dick, I might break it. "Okay, in you go." The man opened the curtain. I saw boys of all sizes and colors in the seating area. All smiled and clapped. The nearest one said. "Great show guys." I wondered what he meant. Then he pointed behind us. I looked to see a monitor up high showing the area where we had undressed and made ourselves hard. "Get your seats. We are ready for takeoff." The five of us, with our cocks hard and throbbing, made our way to the last seats at the back of the main cabin. I lost count of how many times I was groped or stroked as I made my way to the seat. By the time I sat, I was ready to masturbate. Kray looked the same. We belted ourselves as the seatbelt sign was lit. The man walked to us. "From now on, we record everything you do for the film. Do whatever you are comfortable doing on the plane or on Pleasure Island. You can jack off anytime. You can pleasure yourself or your seatmate. I suggest no anal or sucking when the seatbelt light is illuminated." I stared at his erection. He had some fluid dripping from his tip. He took his finger and swiped the bead from his tip, and offered me a taste. "Don't worry. I am clean. The producers have the employees test weekly to be sure. When you all deplane, the first stop is medical for a test. If you test positive for anything, we room you until the flight to take you home is ready. While on Pleasure Island, you will be treated courteously and with respect." I looked at the pearly drop on the tip of his finger. Softly, I took his hand and pulled it to my mouth. He tasted sweet. I was still savoring his taste as he said. "Thanks. I will see that you and your friends have a poolside room. Those rooms are spacious suites. You will have a good time." Leaning close, he spoke low. "The cameras monitor every spot, even the bath and toilet. No expectation of privacy. Got it?" I nodded, and he left. A moment later, I felt the familiar pressure of the plane accelerating for take-off. The acceleration pressure added to the pressure already in my groin. I started stroking my hardness immediately. Kray covered my hand with his and stroked at the same speed I was using. He knew I was close. He leaned over in time to take me in his mouth and enjoy what I gave him. When I calmed, I returned the favor. After we got ourselves off, we dozed, holding hands. I woke now and then. The smell of young teens and young adults filled the cabin. I remained hard from the smells and the pill. I felt the plane's speed slacken. The seatbelt light came on. The man who boarded us walked down the aisle, passing out the same blue pills he gave us when we boarded. "You need to be hard when you deplane. We need no embarrassing loss of erections for this film." I felt the wheels touch and heard them screech and felt the reverse thrust as the pilots slowed us. The man stood at the front of the cabin. "Your adventure begins when the door opens. Be proud of your bodies as you step from the plane. You will find sandals in the seat's pouch to your front. Those will be all you wear until you re-board the plane on Sunday. Enjoy yourselves and have a sexy good time." The bright sun blinded me momentarily. My sight recovered; I saw a sight I would always remember. About a dozen boys, all young, maybe around twelve or thirteen, stood clapping as we stepped down the plane's ladder. They formed a line down which we had to walk. They slowed the process as each boy from the plane received a hug and a kiss from every boy in the line. Every boy inserted his tongue in my mouth as he stroked my hard penis. When I reached the end of the line, I felt ready to masturbate right there. Trevor and Kray approached me, giving me kisses. "Later, big guy. We will have a threesome like no one has ever had. Did Trev steer you wrong? Now we need to find the clinic and get our medical clearance." The clinic was easy to find and soon we joined a line of hard naked boys waiting for our blood draw. The kid behind me in line kept poking my butt-hole with his hard cock. I pushed back. His tip had started in when my turn came. As we separated, the cute kid told me, "Later." With three hot as hell male nurses on duty, we moved along. Soon I was looking at a hunk of a good-looking guy who was not hard. He caught me staring and smiled. "Nope. Not all of us are hard all the time. The producers thought it would be weird having everyone walk around hard." He did the blood draw. I felt no prick in my arm. He was that good. He began a speech which had to have been scripted. "One of the young kids who met you at the plane will show you to your room. Relax. Your results will be ready in less than an hour. Then you are free to sample all Pleasure Island offers, food, fun, and sex. Some stuff will be scripted for the filming and you will see directors and camera operators recording a scene. You are free to observe any scene you want. Do not join in unless directed to do so. Have fun. I hope you are not bashful. Many people will watch you explore your sexuality when you perform in a scene. Have fun and try to relax. You will make a ton of cash this weekend. If you perform extra well. There may be a bonus in your envelope. See you. Dinner is in two hours. All cast meeting is in an hour. Good luck. He patted my hard-on as I backed away. ***** The guys are on the island. The sexy times will begin in Chapter Twelve. 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